[00:02.43]I don't remember my face,
[00:17.67]I don't count wrinkles.
[00:35.64]I have never created idols
[00:57.39]For worshipping and hating them.
[01:18.09]I keep terrible secrets
[01:21.81]Of those who are gone.
[01:28.98]When clay knocked their coffins
[01:48.96]I was standing alone...
[01:58.56]If I could see the absence of a sense...
[02:22.11]If I could hear but not listen...
[03:09.48]If I could know life is so empty...
[03:47.55]A curtain would drop earlier...
[04:27.75]It feels like strings vibrating
[04:28.95]Somewhere inside of me...
[04:37.95]The source of my life pulsates
[05:23.07]Deep in inner devouring horror...
[05:46.83]A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts
[05:59.25]Falls by downpour unto me...
[06:21.66]I behold a world of parallels
[07:03.18]Painted by withering imagination...
[07:23.49]Now I set free the warm of life
[07:38.94]Through a door closed so long ago,
[08:02.70]Now I get used to feel cold,
[08:47.55]I escape this reality... Ruined...